Novel & Cerita Sheharzaad

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

After we entertained all the customers, I heard a voice behind my back. “That guy is so handsome,” I saw Sierra, my packmate, who is two years older than me. She looks cute in her bob cut, light skin, and blue eyes. “Huh? Are you talking to me? Sierra, right?” Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh my goodness! I can’t believe that you know my name, Alpha King’s daughter!” I suddenly felt shy. “You don’t have to make it a big deal. I heard your name back then. Who are you talking about?”

“You guys are not gonna believe this!” We barely looked up at first; Sasha’s drama was a nightly routine. But then she said it— “Adrian Holt’s throwing a birthday party next weekend.” That name got everyone’s attention. Dani sat up. “The Adrian Holt? As in, the billionaire tech guy with the glass house and private island?”

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She embraced me tightly, feeling so relieved to see me alive. “Shahrae.” “A-are you hurt somewhere?” she asked worriedly. “No, of course not. Don’t worry. You know me.” With that, I remembered that I was still blue. So, I transformed into my Aryan self. “That’s better now.” Shahrae smiled, relieved. She nodded at me, and she just remembered her manners and bowed to the two royalties. “This is King Behkzur, not the impostor one,” I informed her.

Zarmeenay Jahangir- Aged 18 Our shy, sweet and bubbly girl. She loves her grandparents the most and is an honest person, who sees the entire world in balck and white. Hazik Sheraazi- Aged 27 A cold, ruthless and a fearless man. He refuses to show emotion, as the head of the Sheraazi family (a mafia family) who rule the country with an iron fist. What will happen when Zarmeenay enters the life of him who is known as the Devil?

"Plus, we get to suss them all out." Slinging an arm over my shoulder, the shameless girl turns me around to look at the rest of the group. She points to someone at the front of the throng, talking animatedly, right in front of the camera. Her dress is skin tight, and a metallic gold, that has my jaw dropping instantly. Not only does she have curves any of us would be jealous of, she manages to keep her sleek brown hair immaculate, and her makeup flawless. "Phoenix Diamond. Desire Pack. Extremely wealthy, with high ranked parents," Zariah whispers.

Swati said. The music started and he started his performance on the Sweetheart song... Do nain sitaare hai chand sa mukhda Kya kehna uska.. Afreen! Daawat mein jaise ho shahi tukda Uske jaisi na koi naznee We all laughed at the words Daawat and Shahi Tukrda as he is a die hard foodie. But the very next few lines made me lose my mind. Sharmaaye si bagal mein,

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

Shaking his head, he let out a sigh and said, “Christian? Guess what, you’re with us.” “Are you serious?” Christian asked, stepping over to join them. “As serious as a stake through the heart,” Aaron assured him. “Ward, this is Christian....” “Henry,” he supplied. “Christian Henry.” “Nice to meet you. Do you happen to know where we can find Morris?” “Yes, he’s that bowling-ball-shaped fellow standing over there,” Christian noted. “Perfect,” Ward acknowledged. “He’s also our Healer.” “Really?” Christian questioned. “Interesting.”